Life Interrupted

For the past six months my life was dominated by paddling. I practiced at least three times a week. I was in a canoe about 6 hours a week, in the ocean and feeling the saltwater regularly, and in a bathing suit more than in jeans. And it abruptly came to a halt three weeks ago.

Why?

Molokai.

Three weeks ago last Sunday was the grand finale, the Molokai race. Even looking back on it, it's hard to tell you about it. It was pretty amazing. I went in stronger and more confident than I've ever been. I know I paddled well. And maybe it's for those reasons that this particular race wasn't quite as dynamic as my past ones. Or it could simply be that the conditions were flat, we had no drama and therefore it wasn't quite as exciting. Regardless, I'm extremely proud of myself that I did it.

We finished in 6 hours and 18 minutes. 42 miles. We came in fairly far back in the pack but the pack was much smaller this year than in years past. Our first crew finished 3rd which is their best finish in this race and an amazing accomplishment.

It's very possible that this was my last Molokai race, maybe even my last canoe race. I definitely feel some sadness about that. This sport has been so incredibly good for me. Socially, physically, mentally. It's been one of my best life lessons.

Anyhow, on with the pictures! Starting from the sunset in Molokai (looking towards Oahu) on Saturday night, and wrapping up as we approach Diamond Head for the end of the race. I'm easy to spot because I'm the only one in a white t-shirt and a white visor.













Thank you for all your support with my paddling. Thank you for letting me feel it all again in this blog.